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I don't feel anything nothing at all. I've been this way once before. The cycle keeps repeating the lesson not learnt. How many times do I need to be burnt. I keep on forgetting about the true me.
Im sorry. I barely know you... Maybe i shouldnt be writing this. But Crystal, please just hear me out. I know im not exactly your friend, but i have been keeping an eye out for you.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, September 26, 2012. Have you ever gotten that feeling, that infectious cessation of ideas called writer's block.
When joining this site I asked for inspiration and was granted an idea about chasing our own shadows. So here are my thoughts on what that means.
#love Just what the bloody hell is wrong with me.
I hate the drudgery of my working day,. Most people I know are the same,. Unfortunately it's the modern way,. Wanting it easy and searching for fame,. Why should life be this hard,.
I absolutely loathe my imagination right now. It's the catalyst that fuels. my nightmares and self doubt. It's the artist that paints. and the sculptor that creates. All the pictures of pain.
Do you know the feeling.
I believe in the various forms of expression. I wait patiently each day to be confronted by something truly thought provoking, beautifully unique, intriguing or just....something else.
Give me your coppers And I will show you My book of flaws.
Always an outsider, Always apart. Afraid of over-committing, Of breaking my heart. Forever kept alone, Away from a crowd. Always the quiet one, Never thought to be loud.
And I lay here. And I look upon the bay before me. I see all that my life has longed for before me. The reflection tells me how long it has waited for me. I stare deeper and see shiny orange.
There is something profound about your existence Just thinking about you changes my being My eloquence is abnormal in the most dearest sense Some kind of Shakesperean poetry but not really I can...
Your a loser A Confuser of my mind An abuser A user feeding off the blind.
As you can tell I am new to Opuss and as you can see it makes me nervous. Everybody has a way about their words, But I'm not actually that good with words.
I will write. So long I've waited. My brain has rested. Words have baited. Busy and tired. I've put it aside. But now I'm back. With heavy stride. I missed you all. And writing too.
There's a war inside me, Between my heart and mind, My mind claims intelligence, My heart claims to be kind.
To like something is one thing. To be moved by another is entirely different.
I have to write a poem, My poem for the day. But nothing else has happened, There's nothing here to say. Well today, today. I went to the zoo.
I wake up this morning, To a promising start. For the sun is brightly up, And I have a beating heart. I will not complain, About having to arise. When I'm in perfect health, There will be no sighs.
Being Monday isn't an easy task, No one likes me Everyone says that I'm the longest day of the week, I can't help it if I follow Sunday the day of over eating socialising with family and reminiscing...
The power of thought. Be wary you ought. The strength of the mind. Be careful you don't get left behind. The emotional wreckage. Now tied in a cute little package. The uncertainty of a future.
Words of wisdom, from a strange source. Words that have hit home, that will be heeded of course. Long conversations about not looking back. Encouragement to be strong, to not crack.
Are we all really slaves. But to who. Did we do to this ourselves.